Andrew Lloyd Webber - Why have you brought me here raoul ive been there

RAOUL: Wh^Dmy have you b^Gmrought me here? W^Ce must re^Dmturn! CHRISTINE: H^Dmis eyes will f^Gmind us there, ^Cthose eyes that b^Dmurn! And if he ^Bbhas to kill^Gm a t^Chousand ^Dmmen- The p^Dmhantom of the opera will k^Bbmill ^Cand kill ^Dmagain! (Change to Ebm) ^EbmMy god who ^Abmis this man,^C# who hunts to^Ebm kill? ^EbmI can't es^Abmcape from him^C#, I never ^Ebmwill! BOTH: And in this lab^Byrint^Abmh, where ^C#night is ^Ebmblind- The p^Ebmhaaaaaaaaaantom of the opera is he^Bmre/there^C# inside my/you^Ebmr mind!

CHRISTINE: R^Emaoul, ^F#mI've ^Dmbeen ^Cmthere! ^EmTo his ^F#mworld of un^Dmending ^Cmnight! ^CmTo a w^Dmorld where the d^Bbmaylight di^Abmssolves into d^F#markness… Da^Emrkness… ^F#Raoul, I^G#'ve s^Fmeen ^Ebmhim! C^F#an I^G# ever f^Fmorget that s^Ebmight? ^EbmCan I ^Fmever e^C#mscape from that ^Bmface? So^C#m dis^D#mtorted, d^Fmeformed, It was h^C#mardly a f^Bmace, in that d^Amarkness... ^GmDarkness... Yet his v^Boice filed my spirit with a s^Etrange sweet sound, In that n^Aight, there was music in my m^Ebind. And through m^Abusic, my soul began to s^Dboar! And I h^Fmeard as I'd n^Cever heard b^Fefore- ( RAOUL: What you h^Fmeard was a d^Cream and nothing m^Fore.) CHRISTINE: Y^Emet in his e^Amyes, all the s^Dadness of the w^Emorld, ^EmThose pleading ^Ameyes, that both th^Dreaten and a^Gdore.